774. O golden halls where our dreams would play,

SONNET 774
By JH Sayyar
O golden halls where our dreams would play,
In minds aflame with questions yet unasked,
We chased the dawn of each unfolding day,
With hearts unbound, in future’s hopeful task.
The dim words of books and whispered lore,
Became the music of our waking minds,
Through crowded halls and lectures we explore
The truths that life within each moment finds
In dusky lawns where friendships took their root,
We laughed and wept beneath the aging trees,
The echoes of our joys, now faint but true,
Still linger on the memory-laden breeze.

Though years pass and paths may part in haze,
We’ll cherish still those bright university days.